Monthly Archives: June 2016

VS² it was. I run on the roads and in the cemetery, not on a track, but I’m a good estimator. A slow quarter, a nice walk. A slow quarter, a nice walk. A slow half, a nice walk. And … Continue reading →

There’s a point you reach during a good run when breathing pattern, arm swing and leg turnover and foot-strike all gradually work themselves into a sort of synchronized multiple metronomic that can give even an unfast old guy a kind of euphoric joy. … Continue reading →

The office isn’t neat by any means, but it is mostly cleared out of papers, files, and books. The issue now is random detritus, and my guess is that the answer to that will be closed eyes and a large … Continue reading →

I had a wonderful, if brief, chat with the Concordians last night. I called just because I was missing my people, and wound up talking to both H and—I thought it was past her bedtime—Sweet B. She’s got an active … Continue reading →

I’m on this stuff called Lupron, until at least the end of the year. It blocks testosterone. Which is good if prostate cancer is an issue. So okay. But, of course, blocking testosterone has side effects, some pretty obvious, some … Continue reading →

A few weeks ago, I saw this familiar old (and very old-fashioned) poem on the wall of the children’s room of the Concord, NH public library. Books are keys to wisdom’s treasure Books are gates to lands of pleasure; Books … Continue reading →

We’re two or three fuzzy-cheeked 13- or 14-year-old ballplayers, being driven to a game by one of our coaches, a man who had actually played professionally. We’re peppering him with questions from the backseat about his experiences, and he’s answering … Continue reading →

I can’t express how uncomfortable I am writing this, but I think it might be useful to other men in the same fix, so here goes. I spent about eight weeks in the fall of 2015 at the Mayo Clinic having … Continue reading →

It’s Bat Day again! (Originally posted on May 4, 2012, as (Flame-tempered geneology) I was raised an only child by kind and supportive parents. Sound middle-class values were expected, but discipline was gentle, love and respect evident, and abuse … Continue reading →